FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

THIRTY SIX

(rewritten)

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX : BATH TIME

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"do you like it?" he asked you, his words jumbling together.

you looked around the suite he had ready. golden decorations and adornments were everywhere and the carpet beneath your feet was soft to the touch. the bathroom was sleek and shiny-the most notable thing being the gigantic circular tub. your eyes lit up as the first thing that came to your mind was bath bombs.

"do you like it?" he repeated, searching your face for any negative reactions. his lips were in a pout and his eyes were drilling into your soul, desperate for validation. he did customize the whole room himself, after spending a good amount of time on pinterest.

"aw, of course i love it! you outdid yourself, baby. this is the best room i've ever been in." you smiled and squeezed his hand. he nodded, the nickname stupefying him for a second. pleased with your answer and with himself, his heart swelled. "you need to take a bath. we all do."

he groaned and shook his head stubbornly. now that there was a perfect bed in front of him, he wanted to fall into it and doze away.

you cupped his face and thumbed his cheek, eyes level with his. "if you go into the bath, i'll go in with you."

his body jolted with anticipation, his thoughts running wild. his mouth slightly agape, his eyes never moved from yours. you winked and shrugged. "your choice, though."

he'd fuck himself over twice before he'd pass up an opportunity like this. he almost felt concerned that you had to ask him. he nodded vigorously, his head going numb from the jolt of activity.

you giggled and took him by the arm, dragging him into the bathroom. "i still can't get over how big this is, wow... oh! look at the soaps! they look like little bunnies, aww..."

you zoomed around the room, preparing a nice bath. you fawned over every luxury and shigaraki's ego was stroked with each of your bursts of excitement. he loved the feeling of providing you with nice and pretty things, because well... you were nice and pretty.

he leaned against the cool tile as you gathered everything, dozing off a couple times. but then your hands were on his face, bringing him back from his slumber. you asked him something-talking to him. he couldn't hear, his brain was getting more and more muddled.

"...ey, hey, come on. the water'll get cold." you frowned, gently shaking him to revive him. he sighed, squeezing your wrist in affirmation and allowed you to pull him along again. just as you'd been doing since he met you.

he blinked out the sleepies and saw your clothes hit the floor. he shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, reaching for his shirt next.

wait.

he looked back at your form. thank goodness you weren't facing him because the fact just hit him; you were naked? when did that happen?

he looked stupid standing there, nothing but his pants on, staring dumbly at you.

blush overwhelmed him as he finally realized ohmygoshyouwerenaked. with him. for him. ripping off the rest of the clothing, he quickly toddled in after you, a continuous reel of holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitHOLYSHIT

he couldn't believe this is how it went down. he was almost annoyed he wasn't fully conscious enough to appreciate you.

"oh, sorry. guess i'm a little out of it, too." you exclaimed softly, snatching a towel and whirling to face him, the fuzzy pink cloth covering what he just learned he loved so deeply. you smiled at him with a self-consciousness to your body language he'd never thought he'd see from you at all.

he almost laughed. you, a goddess, worried he wouldn't find you incredibly beautiful?

he stumbled out of his pants, and your eyes flew elsewhere with a soft "oh!" seconds later, he ripped the towel off your body, practically tackling you into the bath. the water sloshed over the edges, harmonizing with your bright laughter and wow tomura could die happy in this moment.

you toyed with his damp hair as he buried himself into your bare neck, inhaling you as if you were oxygen itself. he nosed his way along your collarbone, pressing his lips to the valley of your chest reverently.

he hated he was too tired to make love to you. right now, it was the only thing he wanted to do. he was falling asleep against your chest in a matter of seconds.

shaking himself awake, he pulled you closer onto his lap boldly. you squeaked in surprise, flustered. he is so confusing sometimes. pick a side, for fuck's sake. shy or bold. tired or excited.

you'd think that this position would be awkward, but it wasn't-you tried complaining about tiring out his legs but he ignored you-this was nothing different than you resting on his lap while he played games. you slotted perfectly in his lap because you belonged there.

you pressed a kiss to his jaw before you doused your hands in soap, hesitantly roaming his body. you kept looking up to his face to read his expression but there was nothing to see; he was probably sleeping if you had to guess. he was so cute.

there were scars almost everywhere on his body. bruises, scratches, gashes. it pained you to see them scattered around his pale, fragile skin. his hands were fastened around your waist as he dragged you closer to him, the sloshing of the water providing soothing background noise that was also to blame for him dozing off.

he was basically suffocating himself with your body; his face nestled deeply in your chest and his chest flush against your stomach. he couldn't get enough of you. he was greedy, his hands grabbing whatever he could hold and squeezing. your arms encumbered his shoulders, anchoring the two of you together. still crazy close, you grabbed a little bucket and poured warm water over his body, washing off the soap.

he spluttered, coughing as the water passed over his face. he sat up and cast a glare at you, but you knew it held no malice.

"kiss." he demanded, raising his head. droplets of water dripped from his hair and face, accentuating his eyelashes and drawing you into his red eyes. you tucked some of his hair behind his ears and cupped his face, lowering yourself to meet his lips. it was a languid kiss, but meaningful. he let a whine slip past as you let passion take over, inhaling him in any way you possibly could.

"i love you." you whispered against his lips. you kissed him again and didn't dare meet his eyes in fear of his hesitation, even after everything, even though you were baring everything you had to each other.

he sighed, but his response was immediate. kissing your jugular as your cheek rested on his head, he whispered, "yeah, i love you too."

shigaraki felt like he was walking on air when you pulled him out the bath and dried him off. he had ascended to heaven, he was sure of it.

he sat in bed, watching as you slung both towels over a chair. sighing as the bed dipped under your weight, you turned on your side to face shigaraki.

"just like old times." you yawned.

he hummed his response. you kissed his cheek before settling in and dozing off. only a few moments passed before you felt his arms pull you closer. he shuffled down and tangled his legs with yours. his face was in your chest and his arm was slung around your waist. he wanted to stay here, maybe even spend the rest of his days there. and he knew you would happily oblige.

he was the king of villains now and he'll make everyone recognized it. his inauguration was tomorrow and in a way, so was yours.

he fell asleep peacefully and genuinely happy that night.